Song Erlang, worried about having to explain himself when he returned, hurriedly called out to his mother, "Can't we talk about this some more?"
Granny Song paused as she was about to return the cured meat to him, "How do we talk about it?"
Song Erlang stammered, "You all don't actually need that thirty percent of the grain, so can't you just let go of it? I'll ask my wife to raise a few more chickens, whenever you want to eat, just come over and take one to slaughter."
"Is what you said agreed upon by your wife, or did you make this decision yourself?" Granny Song naturally had to ask clearly in matters like these, after all, the chickens were raised by the second family, and if they received the land but then refused to acknowledge it, where would she go to cry?
Song Erlang quickly said, "My wife agreed."
"Alright then, I won't take the thirty percent of grain, now go and bring all the chickens from your house over."
